Teaching in a one-room school was never without surprises.
On a busy highway, the schoolhouse faced south so we were not aware of the events to the east of us.
One of the boys went out to display the flag and very quietly called me to the cloakroom.
"There's a man sitting on the approach to the schoolyard. He has a package on his lap which looks like a rifle that is not assembled."
Needless to say, the door was locked immediately and no one left the building until the parents came to pick up their children. We did not mention the problem so the younger ones would not panic and cause a lot of pandemonium in the room.
After school was dismissed, one of the parents and an older lad looked into the culvert and found empty wrappers for food, pop and pieces of bread. Apparently someone was using it for a place to sleep.
The next morning after the bell had rung, I peered out the bathroom window. Lo and behold, he was back!
During the forenoon, I glanced down the road and a man was going under a bridge where a small stream of water flowed. In a few minutes I saw the reflection of a mirror. In all probability, he was shaving.
We notified the sheriff, but the highway patrol had spotted him first. Actually he was not guilty of any crime, but he was homeless and broke. The patrolman asked him to unwrap the package. It contained a fishing rod which had been dismantled!
Madonna K. Storla
(Editor's Note: Mrs. Storla also reports that soon after the director had a phone installed for the teacher!)
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